Fine fine, strychnine free the mind cure the blind. Ho ho, recline to the country a-goldmines. I got it comin' out-a my ears. . Fine fine, take your time, stay put in the alpines.
Devastation, at last finally we meet. After all of these years out here on the street. I had a feeling you would make yourself known. You came along just to claim your place on the throne.
Have you been to the Cumberland Gap? Oh, no. Fix your eyes on the green of the map? Oh, no. Where the Appalachians rise?. Oh no, oh no. . Have you tasted the finest of trout? Oh, no.
Hey, Mr. Pretty Boy. You sure been lookin' good, yeah. Said, Mr. Pretty Boy. You lookin' like you should. . Until you took the bottle and turned it up.
Hey, Mr. Limousine Driver. Can I ask you a favor, please?. Let her in my door and don't look back here no more. I know you can do it with ease. . Although we're on our way from the show.
I'm sitting here sad and lonely, thinkin' 'bout my one and only. I been sittin' here cryin' my eyes out. Feelin' sorry for myself 'cause I just don't know.
I'm thinkin' 'bout my baby right now. And I'm feelin' sentimental. She's all I got in my memory. But it really isn't accidental. . All I have are these memories.
Mean mistreater, you make me cry. You lay around and watch me die. Mean mistreater, can't you see I'm real?. Are you satisfied with the way you feel?.
To be alone with you. It's hard enough to get a hold of you. I speak too many times,. Of distant stars or black holes in the sky. I tried, but as I do I squeeze out all your juice.
She would extend her borders like an open odor. Making use of what she knew before her shadow's cast on their own. She'd break law and order with an old recorder.
I put my coat on inside out. So you won't see me while I hide. From all those things that lurks outside,. The pouring rain inside my mind. . I wish you'd stay here by my side.
Sometimes I think I pass you walkin' on the street and I believe it. Sometimes I think I see you lookin' back at me and now I see it. Everythin' you feel sayin' what is real.
Verse 1:. when you're trying to find the right words. and you're looking for a little time. you don't know which is the right way. but you've been going for a little while.
Ive been reading up on magazines. Lately, Ive been trying not to lie. Now I know the difference. Between life and a movie screen. But that should come as no surprise.
Dreamt of a doorway. That opened to everything. And I'm reaching towards it. Drifting backwards. . Drawing the curtains. Windows inside my head. Maybe I'm only making mirrors.
Getting on a phone with a busy line. Talking on a phone and losing my mind. Never never never never realize. It feels so far, like a millions miles. Give me give me give me give me little hand.
My war you're one of them. You say that you're my friend. But you're one of them. . You don't want to see me live. You don't want me to give. 'cause you're one of them.
how ready are you. to die for an ideal. what's the connection,. between a lie and what is real. Mother Superior. . I've got an angel on my back. I'm one of the righteous.
Here I am drunk at 3 AM. Got my second bottle down. I got 12 to 15 pages. of my desperation. Cold I feel so poor and old. And I'm maddened for your flesh.